[Anderson .Paak] Darling, I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holdin´ onto anymore (Anymore) Untie me, let me loose from the cord I´m so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more)
[Anderson .Paak] I´m beggin´ you (I´m beggin´ you) I´m beggin´ you, please come home No one even begs anymore I´m beggin´ you (I´m beggin´ you) I´m beggin´ you, please come home No one even begs anymore
[Anderson .Paak] Who should I rest blame upon when all of the signs are brightly drawn and point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms) Back too soon, but I´m here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart)
[Anderson .Paak] I´m beggin´ you (I´m beggin´ you) I´m beggin´ you, please come home No one even begs anymore I´m beggin´ you (I´m beggin´ you)
I´m beggin´ you, please come home No one even begs anymore
[Anderson .Paak] Somewhere in a place over water My love, my love Home base, welcome to the Lord before I touch down
[André 3000] You´re all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird I´m a nerd, study you
What are you, W-W-F? We fightin´ We might need counseling Possibly more so me Sounds to me frowns´ll be grounds to leave Hounds´ll be lookin´ for you before you drop a tear Offer them, stop pretending that I ain´t him I ain´t them, them some dumpling I remember when you start dying them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask, "Why, how come?" Amazing how time can run away from us I´m no nun, you´re no priest But I promise, hun, you gon´ see a phenomenon From with me like it´s Ramadan I don´t eat like it´s Comic Con I´m a freak for you (Yuh) I´m begging now, pretty please with cherries on top
Hairy wet twat Harriet Tubman, I don´t give up And if a duck tells you strut then strut Then I´ll hail you a car But what man won´t beg? You know I´m nutmeg I will show up on a little moped With a little puppy, it´ll be fluffy You are untough and we can discuss it You know I´m sufferin´, I don´t miss my friend I don´t like my fan bent up ´til they come well That Illawong, sweet stuff We stuck, Billabong Leaks, that´s minimum We gon´ get along Peace and innercum Jesus been along T-I-M-E, um